The Long Road Poem by ashok jadhav

I walk a path that bends beneath my weight,
Each step a testament to pain endured.
The hours are harsh, the nights are slow and long,
Yet in their passage, something stirs within.
The heart that suffers learns a steady beat,
And courage grows where fear once held its sway.
No act of ease redeems the weary soul,
But patient bearing shapes the fractured self.
The wounds remain, yet healing comes in part,
A quiet proof that suffering can teach.
Endurance is the fire that purifies,
Its flame not swift, but steady, sure, and bright.
And in the knowing of the trial faced,
The self rises, tempered by relentless strain.
Redemption lies not in what falls away,
But in the strength to bear, to move, to stand,
And find in every hardship borne with care
A quiet grace that time alone reveals.